Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
it wun b long...
I'm so depressed....ma pendrive went into the machine...god i hate maself...shit me man....how could i do such a tin.heart broken...sobs.....
Mornin news of hw ma pendrive got into d machine made ma day a lousy day....ui reali hate dis man.
Life sux and rev is so lousy.i'm sick of it and i wana quit but deep in me i noe if i ever quit ,hahaha,i might as well say bye bye to college.All I'm hopin for is 9 credits....jus 9 credits...i dun need distinctions.I jus wana go college,i jus wana at least be able to qualify to go to UTAR.
UTAR is now postin our batch, d 2007 intake in deir new campus in Ipoh.All i wish is to be able to enter.I swer i would taubat,i swer i would.
I dun wana be a useless idiot spendin all ma parents money nemor.
I wana get out of dis place,dis place of memoriess of.....
Dis is not ma place nemor.I'm ready to tear down all the success that i've built upon at this place,leave maself wif nutin and go to a foreign place wer no one noes me and start buildin up again.And wen i come back i wana see the new me comin back.I'm strugglin at this moments but it wun b long.....